The Mighty Oak Tree
A tree bowed over...
winds assailing it from the south..
it's limbs reaching downward to the ground
and northward like a dying man.
It stood leaning against the tree by it‘s side...
clutching, gripping ...
while the winds howled and roared
whipping it's scraggly limbs.
Clinging, clinging...
dying bit by bit, branch by branch...
clinging ever more tightly
to the tree by it's side.
"It's bowed even more," I cried.
Leaves crackling...branches breaking
no green, no shade
from it's switching limbs.
With an ax he felled
the tree against which it leaned...
"It will die," I cried..."it is weak."
"It's dying anyway," came the reply.
Over time the winds continued...
dry winds of time
whirling in from the south
then the cold...
the damp...
the ice of winter
fell on it's unsupported trunk.
"It will die" I cried.
"We'll see" came the reply.
And inch by inch,
leaf by leaf,
limb by limb,
branch by branch,
bough by bough,
the tree stood upright
and lived.
It became a mighty oak!!
wow! was incredible following you through that... glad to see it made it... as we do through trials when we remember resilience
Very well penned piece. God bless
lovely.. Struggling makes us stronger.. cat
an inspirational write my friend! From little things big things grow.
Beautifully expressed....its the learning to survive attitude which matters the most.